Modular Interscope
2007
Guns Babes Lemonade
About This Album
It is assumed that jocks could live from a musical diet of "Who Let the Dogs Out?" and "Song 2" running in a constant loop, but just like any indie hipster wearing a Blondie t-shirt and thick-rimmed spectacles or the encyclopedic music nerd playing a carefully assembled DJ set of songs only he's heard of, even broad-shouldered frat boys need a deep and compelling soundtrack to their lives: for nights of chugging Keystone, afternoons at rugby practice, or mornings trying to get stains out of letterman jackets. Enter Muscles' debut, Guns Babes Lemonade, which is equally appropriate to be played after a touchdown dance as it is a dimly lit club filled with techno snobs.

Naturally it required a young Australian -- where the social hierarchy of nerds and jocks doesn't seem as pronounced to an outsiders' eyes -- to create an overflowing, irresistibly bouncy electronic record with juvenile, overdubbed shout-vocals about sex and sustenance. "Ice cream is going to save the day," Muscles passionately repeats on "Ice Cream," and perhaps it shows his great mediator skills by selecting such an innocuous subject anyone could agree with, but his power of conviction over layers of vocals (his lead vocals, overdubbed falsettos providing harmonies, and a few random "aws" and "oohs" in the background) is what transforms these seemingly infantile ideas to a series of simplistic, zen-like musical epiphanies.
Track List (try tracks 1,2,4,5,6,7,8 and 9)

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